My choice. . .my redo/do-over/second chances

Being sweetly reminded of the "100 number" (by my granddaughters) brought out a little of my old rebellious streak of long ago. I must admit that I liked that. And as I faced the number coming closer, I realized that many of the paintings were just not "enough" anymore. Indeed, my personal life was changing, as well. A second chance when I reconnected with someone I knew so long ago. Special friends I thought I had lost along the way. A purpose. A renewed raison d'etre. I began redoing, repainting, rethinking, repairing and indeed, reliving. I feel like I may just continue repainting for a long time to come. The only paintings not in line for a redo were the giveaways. I dream of taking those few back some day though. I wish I could do that with my life somehow. Take some things back.........